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Lady K through a plastic glass darkly – foto by Smith

Two fotos of Lady and one of her poems:

THE THOUGHT OF NO THOUGHT

The thought of no thought makes a river of thought rushing
through my meditation candle sloshing against the shadows
splashed on the wall thought running up against the walls
filling the room, leaking out the door like a bathtub left running

My thought can follow you out the door & down the street
into the Mexican roof dog’s stare as your shadow elongates under
the moth beaten streetlight under the turned on moon

My thought expands across the planet in latitudes &
longitudes, it’s the Tropic of Cancer & Capricorn & the
Greenwich Mean Time line

My thought cuts into the Earth like a hole bored through to
China; my thought imagines us bouncing between China & back
again through the molten core of the Earth like a ball on a string

My thought is like a baseball to the moon & back again

My thought counts 93 million miles to the sun & wonders if it
can skip ahead, count by tens or hundreds or millions

My thought would like to look at the sun & burn holes in its head

My thought wants to do handstands on light beams

My thought wonders about the edges of the Universe, like is it
full of dirt or empty or not even empty, just not there

My thought thinks the other side of the Universe could be another
Universe created by a big thought

In other words, my thought refuses to be silent under the
meditation candle. It expands like plumes of a gas nebula
under hint of suffocating winds. My thought will never end,
period.

– Kathy Ireland Smith, October 16, 2008, Oaxaca, Mexico

Lady K – foto by Smith